Archive for June, 2017

Those readers that have followed this blog for any significant length of time will note that I constantly, relentlessly and unashamedly tout the importance of men living for themselves.

Placing their needs, interests (other than women) and wants (again, other than women) above all else.

The reason for this is twofold:

1} This is the straightest path to satisfaction and self-respect.

2} This is the healthiest path to acquiring female companionship.

Additionally, it’s why I am a serious proponent of ► being yourself ◄.

Since this is the surest path to becoming exceptional.

After all, a Truly self-actualized man cannot be accurately duplicated.

As a wise woman once brilliantly articulated to me:

“Women want the exception.

Men want the rule.”

Realize, “nice guys” aren’t rebuffed because they’re nice, per se.

They’re rebuffed because they are commonplace.

A world of police, firefighters, government handouts and obsequious men cause villains and cads to become exceptional, simply by default.

Men find it a Herculean task to attract a woman for so many reasons but the largest contributor is the basic fact that – due to television, internet and a massive population – being exceptional is more difficult than ever.

Why do you think so many famous “PUAs” move to other countries?

Being exceptional is exponentially easier if for no other reason than they’re foreign.

On that note, this feminine desire for the exceptional is also the reason so many women claim – and honestly so (to a point) – that “PUA tactics would never work on [them]”.

Certainly, from the comfort of their current surroundings and plugged into an internet connection with an immeasurable plethora of exceptionality before them with just a tap of the screen, the stratagems discussed are laughable in their eyes.

However, once they find themselves outside – awash in a sea of standard, cookie-cutter men (raised by single mothers, female teachers and girl day-care attendants) with all semblances of uniqueness stamped out of them, save almost parody-level “male interests” – the formerly ridiculous techniques transform into surprisingly efficacious behavior.

Be aware, Lemmy from Motörhead bedded 1200+ women.

Hardly a handsome fellow or even a “standard rock-star” as, in person, he was thoughtful, self-deprecating and generally reserved in his behavior (aside from substance abuse).

In fact, his band never even achieved any real degree of mainstream success.

The same with Peter Steele of Type O Negative.

A towering figure at 6’8” whose band took nothing seriously except their music.

Who preferred wine and conversation to ostentatious parties (again, aside from substance abuse at the start).

Thus, we come full-circle.

Invest in yourself, your hobbies and your skills.

And think on this:

Three simple, minuscule protons create the vast divide between lead and gold.

If you spend any amount of time at all online you can’t miss the awfulness.

The negativity.

The terror, in ever sense of the word.

The overwhelming weight of modernity.

Now, I’m not going to tell you those things don’t exist.

They do.

In spades.

And I realize most of my readers are likely older men, like myself.

But allow me to put things in perspective.

Some of what’s below is new.

Some I’ve said previously, but it both bears repeating and cannot be overstated.

1} Life will always be hard. In fact, it never gets any easier. As my father once said, and I quoted in ► my first book ◄:

“Life goes on, son. Sometimes that’s the horror of it.”

However, understand that fact only sweetens the good moments. Though they become fewer, the scarcity makes them that much more precious. Learn to appreciate the sound of the wind in the trees. The sight of a bird in flight. The eager loyalty of dog. The contented purring of cat. Those things got men through the trenches of the Somme, the mud of Agincourt and innumerable other miseries. They’ll work for you, too.

2} Find a woman with eyes in which you can see everything bright in the world. Make sure she has excellent maternal qualities; they translate to everything else. Find a gal with a laugh that rings like church bells at a wedding – full of hope, gaiety and promise. Be sure she’s cute but don’t worry about more attractiveness than that. It fades. The rest I mentioned doesn’t.

3} Have a few good, True, male friends. You’ll need them. Trust me. A woman is a wonderful thing to have, but ► she won’t carry you to the grave ◄. I understand, many of your male friends will come and go. Just try to hold onto the best ones.

4} Learn who you are. Then know who you are. Then ► be yourself ◄, no matter the cost. Because – although every one else is avoidable – you’ll never escape the man in the mirror. Make sure to do it in exactly that order. Anything else is a recipe for disaster that cannot possibly be quantified.

5} Take ► pride in all you do ◄, large or small. As a man, your name is attached to your wife, your children and everything you touch. Those deeds and people will outlive you. Remember that. (I behave as I do online for this exact reason. The internet is forever.) The paradox of life is nothing matters except everything.

On the off chance you believe what I’ve penned here to be nonsense, I remind you:

And, frankly, that didn’t hit me until this very moment (prompting this post).

See, my dad built a bar in the basement of our family home that he called ‘The Plaster Horse Saloon‘.

It was beautiful.

As you’d walk down the varnished, well-made wooden steps, there was an old carousel horse he’d fished from the trash and covered with a rough, beige plaster (he was an art teacher) on the overhang above.

(My father grew up poor and, long after he made a solid living, he continued trash-picking from roadsides if the items looked good enough.

He never “dumpster-dove”, though).

The walls were covered in a dark blue burlap on the top half and alternating dark and lighter wood on the bottom half.

The bar was a fine, dark wood with black leather on the bottom half of the front of it.

I wish my words could do it justice.

Looking back on it, I miss it greatly.

My brother bought the house from him and will likely sell it soon.

So I’ll never see it again.

I’d supply photos to prove my tale but, sadly, I have none.

Lamentable, more because I’d like to have them rather than provide evidence, Truth be told.

I often wondered why he did it.

He never drank (besides a tiny glass of wine at dinner).

Perhaps one beer a summer, too.

And, honestly, he was never really a sociable person.

He wasn’t mean-spirited, by any means.

Don’t get the wrong idea.

But just not one for crowds.

He was one of nine children, so it makes sense when I think on it.

I’d finally asked him why he constructed it all.

The answer, to the best of my recollection, was:

“I found all this great wood and that horse.

So I used them.”

Decades later, I get it.

I suppose it’s the Portuguese in us.

We don’t watch TV.

I, myself, don’t really use the internet for anything other than a music provider/learning/teaching tool.